Monkeys

There were many of them.

1. Monkeys refused to pose for me. Kaal purusha’s yoni is monkey today: I consider it a sign because I didn’t see any of them yesterday. I zoomed out and took the shot. It was near the peppermint processing plant. A dead water snake was lying nearby. It had flies on it.

Can you see the color?

2. The twenty rupees note in the picture above was given in change for the hundred rupees note by the tea stall boy. This is the first such note in my hand. Its color is different. I think about the icon of Gandhi. Since India is more populous than most nations except China: image of Gandhi draws more psychic energy than that of image of Hanumana, Christ or Rama combined together. Almost everyone uses money and every note as a rule has Gandhi on it. 10, 100 and 20 rupees notes have greatest circulation. You should not be surprised to see Modi, Patel or Golwalkar on currency notes very soon.

3. The cement truck has a burst tyre. I hadn’t noticed it until another truck stopped by here and they were talking about it.

Can you see the burst tyre?

4. A kingfisher perched on the main road before it flew back to the electric wire. A nightingale sings.

5. A tohu verse in the making:

Crust rust trust bust stud udder der furor Teutonic cussing singularity ritzy zygote otiose mitotse litotse

Tectonic architectonic tonic ambrosia nick Icarus rustic tic tax toe sticks taxeme nostoc regeme nostrum truncated nose talk nosegay margay grimalkin kith through rough thick thin ninny nyayaverserk krass raspberry.

Altarrastasisaltazimuthompsonneteereelingastronomynahalwalnutterversevereserveracitypicalculustrumurmurodomontadeedeemeediniditihasalutufticklishindiginsengombroonoorunicunningingerlyrealacritympanumbattuesdaylightingeoduckrampikenophobeliskydaddylovesyouchopineptitudeucesspooloopholestrademandsudorifictoonomatopoeiambicarusticklerrevuueulogyratinglongonebydaysnowonoosevensunsahollisticitrusimississipisconematodeaconnockranschulussoiteringulchravineyardaylightiffinishinnuendoodle

Use no hooks!

You make certain rules of thumb. They are to make your life easier. But those rules of thumb don’t serve you anymore: you should change them.

Dai. There was a man on bike. He was wearing a helmet. He asked me about the petrol pump and I told him. His bike was in reserve.

Three. It rained. The crane has been singing. Any rain is welcome here. As I stopped for a tea on a tea stall I asked kids who were playing on a bicycle if they had something to study.

4 dot. Including shrimadbhagwat Geeta all scriptures tell about the importance of equanimity or Samta aur treating all conditions and people equally. The conditioning goes very deep full stop and the balance strips very soon full stop to walk on the middle path is to work on a Treasure sage.

5. Impetigo was real gory horror to watch. The music and the narrative and the way it has been told was slightly different then the Hollywood narratives usually are. You have seen many stories about Black magic and curses still it was entertaining and engrossing to watch something fresh after a long time.

6. The reason why I am able to write this now: because it rained. Despite the discourses on equanimity: I have found that weather makes up for all the productivity full stop that is why I say : China and India word design to be mass factories for consumption of material goods mostly. Very few reasons to be creative refind and sublime. Always live in existential horror. Preachers either escape to Switzerland or or live in Grand mansions. Why shouldn’t they .

I am a ghost!

The girl is getting married to a guy in air force. She use to live near the place where I died as my heart stopped working. I was under the influence of the drugs. I ran away naked: thinking about a Jain monk. He died last year. I was taken to a saint who also died this year. I wanted to enter into the ground where the air force was hiring. There was a boy with me that day and I saw a  guy who was named Van Rose. Since then 4 years have passed. I am sure: I died in that event and since then: I have been roaming around the city. I am teaching a guy named Van Rose. I heard him say: grain market. What are the odds? I had a dream before I began teaching this guy Van Rose. I saw the personality of the godhead who lived in a high place. And I had been complaining about wheat market opening while ground was closed. I came to know that authority wanted to keep the ground locked as it was a college ground. Very few chosen ones reached near him. I was given a job. I did the job. As wierd things kept happening around the city. I was fed up with being a so called farmer. I became an English language teacher. I was fond of words because they were a guarantee of good career as per the experts. That didn’t happen. I barely am able to pay the bills. Since I am living with virtually the same people who were there four years ago: I wonder if I really died or they all are also the ghosts. I know that I am now in the same state as that night I passed out.

I am a ghost.

How come I never knew that?

I don’t know.

That is very strange. I wonder what it means?

I also wonder.

I understand that you don’t and it’s absolutely fine!

Hunger is real estate. State of affairs was always so. Elections dictate lockdown. A monitor lizard was seen monitoring the House in Chhatarpur Delhi. What gives you depth. What gives your life reality. I was wondering if you have any other reasons. He was shocked by the fact that no one had noticed the missing house key, which had been left at the main door, for several months. There was a foul smell of death inside the house. Smoke is a color of the dead. A mystery.

The man came home to find his wife lying on the floor, dead of smoke inhalation. She had died trying to bake her tails. She kept taillight on but it didn’t work. She was very pleased to find that in the end she had made a tail after all. A half naked emperor penguin. A quarter past incarnation. Ions on onions on and on snow now that we were going to celebrate the launch of the pyramid it’s a good thing for you to write a story about the new light. The one who doesn’t want to take part in the celebration is the same lady who wrote the story
of the three tail lights. What is the meaning of the most important being. I am sure you are interested. I need to be able to help you practice. The most important being.

Every pixel is an art. An update an upstream an upstarte arriviste stellar performance of the pyramid. Every word is a story about another. Every zilch is a truti in some ways–an eerie Apothecary carry on carrion. I understand that you don’t . We are a hive. You are a drone. One and only Queen pyrene. Renegade gene general expression benzene ring ringu gulch ravine vineyard boulevard royal Alchemist chi Minh chopine pineapple chopping boards for projects. … I understand that you don’t. And it’s fine. It’s nice to be in vogue.

Gotcha!

An encounter of a gangster who is being disowned by multiple parties. Why do encounters happen with almost same patterns in the last two years and labelled as “accidents” might be a subject of research for investigative journalism. I am sure: the matter would have been discussed ad nauseum if he was kept in prison. The untouchables remain unchanged. What happened to the Vyapam mystery deaths? I was sure that a mystery thriller movie was in the making. Can we call a freak accident a mystery? I don’t know. There’s another lockdown event in this town. A doctor and his wife who were on government duty were positive. And quarantined. Clinics were gingival valence electrons. I am sure you will find out more. The amusing singers germane manager inane shrapnel harpsichord harpagon gonebydays. I am sure. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now it doesn’t. Research is supposed to tell you truth. The virus is faithful employee of July Joker John. The virus does not spread via air. Now it does. Now more people were dying. Good morning. Focus on the other one. Positive side: those recovering from the influenza. The government machinery becomes a giant dragon’s head: a storytelling device…be mused . … which makes people think: got me, got me.

The Moody Useful Machine!

He was becoming story writing machine quite the contrary to word he had always had in mind I think*

My dear, I can explain to you the meaning of the word «accident». What does it mean?

It doesn’t mean accident, but what’s known as “special reason”. Chaos is the reason which cannot be understood by the limited mind but makes sense at a higher level and they are infinite such levels so covers will always be there. What are we the most precious of all things? Is it the love of our family?

She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. He kept talking to himself for a long time it was like talking to the walls like we used to do before. He was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. She had gone mum for some mysterious reason. Shades had been drawn and there was no one else but only the two of them sitting silently They were talking about things which never happened. They were talking about eternity looking into each other’s eyes. Joe was in a talkative mood and it was very dark in the office. The Blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly.

Once a man turned up in the office and declared that he was a female. It was not considered to be strange at all because this was the office of the bizarre!

He turned to her and said, “Let’s have a drink.” She used to have a drink with him. Shenzhen was not in the mood to do small talk . He was concerned about energy she wanted more of it more of it more of it more of it! The office was quiet the light in the ceiling was dark and intense, blinds had been drawn and shaping circuits for buzzing loudly, time was slipping at a snails pace He kept murmuring, was really so fond of his own voice. She had no words of her own : if a bar of soap had spoken it would have said “Darling your skin is so soothing and I am so fragrant together we make a company which has never been seen in the world before please don’t let me melt if my life was longer or if you should take bath for longer times we would have used a great delights it would have been a long our company is Greater joy A deeper depth If you are one of those people who can’t sleep at night, with the lights still on, and hear the whisper of the sea, then listen Listen to this breeze which is making the trees dance listen to the frogs singing after the rain listen to the distant sound of vehicles passing on the main road listen to The Silence of cemeteries And he was really so fond of her and she had no words of her own. “..


It was very dark in the office. Misd communication had strange ideas about writing fiction. He had started working on them but none of them could come to the conclusion because of the want of the energy. There was never enough hydraulic power. There was never enough energy. They never had a quiet room. Then never had enough money. He used to work there but things were getting worse and worse and the wages were not enough to pay the bills. Therefore he decided to quit and begin with another business but the same story followed over there also as if he was carrying the seed of his destruction with him So, he went into the office and sat down in a chair and he cried bitterly. Lyrical calculus omniverse tsukuba busted stud Dead on bulb on only 8 police store he paid no heed to his crying and serving because she had seen it is million times he had to make a plan to salvage his fortune.

And plan was the most strange thing you have ever heard of A newly hatched cockroach was stuck on the wall of the room. An approach which had never been taken before An entire act of coming to the light of the world.


A number of unusual circumstances
lead him to be his own self to the fullest I need to sell his works. Somehow he was too proud to do that but the times change sweetheart and you do what you had not done for the sake of art the art of living and the art of dying and the attached in tweens. Thee times change sweetheart and so he decided to starve himself to death and he starved himself to death
Through great difficulties he has invented the most useful machine.

What do you do?

The doctors would put needless needles into your stomach if you keep playing with its teeth: I said to Tara who was blithe with a blue ball cuddling a puppy . Battery of phone was dying as I was taking some pictures of clouds scattered around me . They were planting trees after having planted their pictures in the daily newspaper of tomorrow. Mahatma was smiling in big glasses with a garland. Why would I try to impress anyone with my immortality or absolute certainty. I kept walking. Life is happening. A kid is breathing cricket and another building blocks with bricks: I see no difference. You’re hurt? She asked. I kept wondering if I should answer her questions. It was an exercise in vain. But since I had to do something- anything-as the Twilight was approaching. I told her that I was feeling comfortable. Much better than how I was feeling in noon. What do you do? What do you mean! I am not new here. You know what I do. I do nothing. I undo everything. Death is my name. What do you do?

The First Law of the Jungle!

A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the First or Second Law. A robot must obey orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the First Law. Who laid down those laws! Who said that robots must be free to go anywhere or do anything! Thanks for your time. That doesn’t answer my question at all. If a robot breaks the First Law, a human being may be held legally responsible. Can a robot be punished for crimes committed by a human being? How ! Why do you not include harm to any life forms in the first law! If a robot has the ability to harm a human being, then there must be something wrong with the robot. I mean: no life form should harm any other. Lions should eat leaves: but even then it is harming trees or shrubs. It is better to die of hunger than to live in the mess where laws are dependent on whim of despotic regimes. Is it the robot’s fault if laws are designed to help the government become a tyranny?

Never say you can’t!

Who are you?

“I am a man” said the stranger, “Who has come to this house to-night.”

What brings you here?

“To seek a treasure,” said he, “Which no one knows of but myself.”

What is it that you want ?

I am sure you will find out more soon. I am sure you will. Do you want to know the end of the story?

I do.

“I was the Shepherd Boy. “

Oh my god! I kept asking questions about the past incarnation. But all she would tell me was that I had no memory of anything at all.

I am sure about Suresh. She was lying. She wanted to take revenge. She had known Suresh since he was a child. He had killed her in the past birth. They were living in the village known as Chitrangada. She took him into her house. And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering.
And waited for him to be mature enough to understand love and flowering. But the boy never knew how to become a man.

What drastic changes? The old Mrs. Goldilocks. It was exactly 9 am and her demands were becoming the size of the Buzz Khalifa! That’s called “Burj Khalifa.” And it’s just about one and half mile tall, I said. “That’s too short.” What is longer than that! I exclaimed. I mean the wall of China indeed. But the length and height are two separate dimensions. You know that don’t you? I remember you saying.

I look at the stars. All the times. Orion belt, Big Dipper and Venus are my best friends and Luna is my lunatic asylum. But you are an irresistible storyteller. A raconteur European paen encomium comity commerce mercenary arroyo craftsman style. What happened to sureshot femme fatale and what happened to the treasure?

Now I look at the stars but they don’t talk to me. I wish you would tell me the full story some day! And she stayed there for a long time until she saw a light coming from a window of a lovely old house in a long street. The Twilight. Always so grateful for your soothing voice! I don’t want to get lost!

Your parents live in a castle in a little town called ‘Middle Earth’.

I am sure you are interested in this one. I will tell you what I can do. I have been to Switzerland and Italy. I am sure that love is not available for free forsooth forsure forwhy forthwith withal thalium umlaut plaudit dithering ringtone dipthong Hong Kong’s million-dollar.

Nowadays, this is not the case. I think you’re right. It’s neither inside nor outside. Love is the same energy which is neither created nor endorsed by it. I am a hard copy. I am a read only memory with an automatically generated apocalyptic tic tac toe mantic destination.

I think you’re right about that: there’s no denying the internet . There is just one energy. Internet is also that. I am sure you are interested in this one. He’s done it. I gave up on her the moment she asked me to tell her the morale of the story. It’s like blasphemy to blastoma atom processor.

I will tell you that: we dream and travel not to reach anywhere. The mystic was totally wrong. He invented a poetic destination which was his imagination. There’s only journey. No teaching. No reaching. You may find patterns and colours here and there but existence is devoid of any inherent meaning whatsoever. A very wise person once said: ‘If there is meaning to life, it is up to you’. What happened to the power of Goldilocks. What happened to the treasure hunt and what happened to the damasel? It was always about the journey, not the destination. Damsel damn mnemonic devices allowed sales manager menagerie agent gentry tryst stylus lustrous tumultuous omnibus succubus busted colophon honeycomb discombobulated odalisque seraglio lionized zed eyes winged Angel gell well as the first time.
..

sell your products. Suresh sureshot tonsure tonsil windowsill silhouette oubliette aubergine ubermensch. You can find the code of conduct in the code of conduct. Conduct duct tape ape agape … Beating around the bush. Hindu Kush Usha Shamus mandamus manducation mandibular larkspur landing at least one. Never say you can’t.

Net-worth!

He was born with a lifetime of curse. His net-worth is forty two rupees only. And it’s after the honest work for a month and half. His savings account was snatched by hypocritical hoarders. Addicted to tobacco, liquor, marijuana and pussy : they were all parasites. And his life, ninety days to live. There was a time when he used to tell you that he neither had a bank account nor he wanted to maintain it in order to live like a Rastafarian But then you were told, “No man, no worries.”


And his mother was a star. Tuned to the power of will: times change sweetheart. Now he’s compelled to work. He was working all the times to get along. But now he needed to work for pocket money. Before his acquaintances asked for help: he openly told them: “my net worth is forty-two rupees.” All arguments end on ” net-worth.” He sleeps sound like a baby. But his “aukaat” is just that: forty two rupees. He was born with a lifetime of curse it seems. After a few days the government announced that it would launch a free service scheme.

But the man had died by then.

Bangles

Drift together noon / Shadows stretch across the sheets / Lonely Sunday light
I’m here and you’re there / A voice in the dark / But now it’s Sunday morning
The dark prince principal… Atheling Mingas gastric tricks Asterix
I wish you were here / I wish you were here
Then I would have, us, the rest of the day
Big bang bangs her door… he got bangles galore. Bangalore Bangladesh syncromesha mesha.
If you wanna go out tonight, I’ll find you some bangles…
Then I’d have you, the rest of the angles will jangle in the jungle

Dark Matters!

How blind were power hungry politicians. Until Atal was in power his style was mimicked by the rest. As soon as he went out of the business: he fell ill and forgotten. Shah started mimicking Modi and others started mimicking him in rallies. Rhetoric. I was not surprised: they knew only this way. I had observed my siblings copying my father. When I showed it to them: it had a two fold effect. I would use the same technique to fight shyness. They said. Then they began attacking me for being deviant. I was not an ant of Devi but rather Anant. An ant on Pennant. I would have to be careful. You are reading my mind and seem interested. I can tell this much: it’s a jungle of memes and instead of realising the essence we get attached to forms. If not family or friends– memes from art and culture take over. Ramayana and Mahabharata are art forms which engage people so much that they are able to spill blood. Another art is art of creating Patriots. They are conditioned by system using intoxication. Then reverse conditioning is needed to feed masses who are vicariously enjoying the thrill of martyrdom but can’t really dare to kill. Bhagwad Geeta can be interpreted anyway: Gandhi who championed the non-violence considers it to be a battlefield of mind where evil is subdued by good. Right wing says: you would have read that it was all a dream as in case of other stories like sage Markandeya witnessing Matrix by grace of Godhead.

Rahu Hullabaloo loopah.

I woke up in a container. Someone had called police. A Burlesque man had killed another with a Lance. Lancelot patios ios soiree reefer fey. In the new version: everyone was busy playing some games or the other. I found none of them suitable for me so I invented my own. And even when it resembled the games they were playing it was unique. It had a life of its own. They checked my right arm. As soon as they put some solution on it- there came a great amount of steam. I was quarantined. I had been waiting. I knew the charade for I was the designer. Exploring the facility. My grandmother who was naked most of nights because of excessive lust for her husband died some 50 years ago used to prey upon me. A pervert. I found her in the quarantine. I kept exploring the facility. It had a clean toilet and plenty of food which was distributed punctually. What else a nomad like me needed. I sang a nobody is nobody and a monody can be converted into a threnody if dying monopoly allows it to be. I used to play on the piano. I woke up in a dream. It was a strange dream. A realm of possibility. I had been to the bathroom. I was going to search for the urban itching for my bike was stolen. I rode a friend’s bike. I woke up in a garden. The Heather and the lemon grass. Kids wanted to play but I was concerned about their safety. I was distressed that the ground was muddy.

Dark matters!

You decide Take this key,
And this package
Which will make you invisible
Hide behind the wall over there She said. I woke up again  I was wondering if I could cross over the sewage line being dug on my way to search the thief. Then I found myself on the very ride I was looking for. It was strange but steam was still coming out of my arm. I woke up at the bench. Then in the container. Then I found myself on bed. It soon seemed like a Jacob’s ladder rungs though I had no recollection of its initiation. Though thrill it was enervating beyond limit. I was becoming delirious and nauseated. Seated on my chair I kept puking frequently and rocking it. I kept on falling down. Rabbit hole bit me last six months. I was distracted.